"Who is that?!" Alan shouted softly.
These old soldiers were the personal guards assigned by his grandfather to his father. They were all veterans from the battlefield. The old earl of the previous generation had handpicked and gathered just a dozen or so elite soldiers to guard the house.
The earls of previous generations were also very skilled in this tradition of fleecing the British.
Alan couldn't remember their names, so he just greeted them casually.
…
"Second Young Master! The person has been controlled and there are no weapons in the car."
This gray-haired old guy was the white old man who was guarding the gate of the manor just now.
He came closer to Allen's car, lowered his head, and spoke against the window.
"Um……"
Alan nodded, shook his left hand, and looked at the time on his watch. It was twelve forty, not bad.
"This place is still 20 kilometers from the border. We need to get them out of our territory within half an hour. If they can't get out, we can catch them and bury them under the grape vines as fertilizer. I remember that the grape vines at home haven't been fertilized for a few years, right?"
"Yes...I haven't buried anything for five or six years."
"Well... send a car to keep an eye on them."
At this point, Allen finally glanced at Hutt, who was still confused, and said, "Take the soil you soiled and pack it away. Don't pollute the land of our Hill family. Stone, drive!"
…
The two Bentleys started slowly and drove away as if nothing had happened.
Hutt and the middle-aged man stood there, still in shock.
The old white man holding the rifle next to him, holding the barrel in his right hand and resting the butt of the rifle on the back of his right foot, looked at the two losers, raised his left wrist to check the time and said, "You have 28 minutes and 11 seconds left. York, drive a car over here and bring a rocket launcher."
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The middle-aged man looked at Hurt in confusion. Hurt suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's coat and took it off.
"What? Hurt?"
"Idiot! Clean up this land now, it's all your fault!"
Hutt spread the middle-aged man's suit jacket flat on the ground and took out his beloved silver business card box. Now he didn't care about anything else. He used the thin business card box as a shovel and began to scrape off the floating layer of soil "contaminated" by urine.
He finally realized that this group of people were serious!
Now your life is in someone else's hands, so just do whatever you are told to do and don't think about anything else!
This middle-aged man has not seen the consequences of offending nobles, but Hutt knows it very well!
This is Carmarthen, the gate of the Hill family manor, the real fiefdom of the Earl!
Here, it is so easy for the Hill family to kill a few people!
As for the reason, doesn't it mean he deserves to be beaten to death for trespassing into private territory?
The Hill family is now in a tense period. The previous earl and the earl's heir have just died. If they are simply accused of attempting to assassinate the new earl, their deaths will be in vain!
Here, even if Jesus came, he couldn’t save them!
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A black sedan with broken windows was stumbling along a country road.
Since both rear tires were punctured, the sound of the rear wheel hubs rubbing against the ground was extremely harsh.
The driver was sweating profusely, his eyes fixed on the front, his hands tightly controlling the steering wheel. The vehicle was very difficult to operate, and...
Behind them, there was a slowly moving, ferocious-looking pickup truck staring at them.
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"Fuck! Hurt, we almost went to see God!"
The frightened middle-aged man finally came to his senses, but his face was still pale.
"Shut up!" Hutt looked back. It was already very cold outside in November. The broken glass from the car windows occasionally splashed onto him as the car bumped along, making him extremely uncomfortable.
Looking at the pickup truck behind him, there was an old machine gun in the back of the pickup truck that was older than him, and there was also a gun sticking out of the window...
That black Soviet-made bazooka.
"Mad! Mad!"
Hutt didn't know how to describe this group of people. When they came here a few days ago, although Butler Hut's attitude was not very friendly, the two sides got along quite well. How come in just a few days, these old people, whom he was too lazy to even look at at the time, have become like this?
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"They have so many weapons! Isn't that illegal?"
The middle-aged man looked angry!
Britain is not America.
Free America, shooting every day.
Statistics from the previous year showed that the gun ownership rate among American civilians has reached 90%.
What is the concept?
As many as nine out of ten Americans have guns on them or at home!
And what about Daying!
Although in theory, civilians can also buy guns with a license, but this certificate...
If you want to apply for it, they really have to check your ancestors for eighteen generations, and even your physical and mental conditions have to be checked clearly before you can get such a certificate.
so……
The gun ownership rate in the whole of Britain is now hovering around 5%, and this statistic includes the police in some places!
And in Carmarthen...
The Hill family alone probably accounts for all the gun ownership rates in this area.
In the eyes of middle-aged people, in such a harsh environment, this group of people even have heavy weapons, which can be said to be lawless!
…
Hutt looked at the middle-aged man next to him as if he were an idiot.
The middle-aged man touched his face and asked, "What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Do you know what the Earl of Carmarthen represents? They are one of the earliest border earls! Their duties are to protect the crown prince! Deal with local riots! It is legal for them to have guns! Do you still want them to protect the crown prince with their fists? Deal with riots?"
It was only at this moment that Hutt began to popularize this obscure knowledge to the "social elite" among the common people.
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Why was the Earl of Carmarthen's manor built outside Carmarthen instead of inside the city?
Look at it from another angle.
They are like sheepdogs, and the people living in Carmarthen are a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold.
When nothing happens, everything is fine.
Whenever something happens, it's time for the sheepdog to go out!
However, a long time ago, the British military structure was not divided into regiments and battalions.
The number of troops under the nobles' command depends entirely on the nobles' financial resources!
As the crown prince's guards and local garrison commanders, the Hill family certainly had no shortage of soldiers or guns at the time, as they were all funded by the royal family.
What's more, there are the earls of all generations who have been fleecing the people.
After accumulating for so many years, how many weapons and ammunition are currently hidden in the basement of their manor? Who can tell exactly?
The armed forces of dozens of people in the Earl's family are now the product of modern policy changes that weakened the nobility.
But even with such power now, it is still of great importance in the entire Carmarthenshire area!
An armed force of dozens of people, with both light and heavy firepower, and all of them are veterans. Can you imagine what kind of force this is?
Although their weapons are a bit old, but...
A weapon that can kill people is a good weapon!
And now this middle-aged man actually dared to question whether it was legal for the Earl of Carmarthen to have guns in his home?
It has been legal for hundreds of years!
This is a right granted by the King of England!